Late in the night a young pup stirred. His eyes opened. He lifted his rad and looked around. No one. No one was around. He remembers waking up with no one around but his mother and two other wolves, a pup and a grown male. They were sobbing and his mother was lying dead. As the pup turned and howled he snuck away and ran as far as he could. There was a hollow tree nearby and that was where he camped for the night. He wondered what he should do now. At the sight of his deceased mother he had run. Now he wondered if he should have stayed. Maybe he would've been alright if he stayed. As he pondered he wandered to a lake and sipped some water. He glanced at his reflection and noticed something unsettling, his eyes. His eyes were red as the blood moon, high contrast to his black fur. He was slightly startled but thought nothing of it. He drank until his thirst was quenched. He then knew he had to find shelter. For a young pup he was highly intelligent. He walked through the woods and found and empty rabbit hole. He crawled in and sought shelter for the night.
The sun broke over the horizon. A dull gleam coming through the grey clouds. The air was cool and brisk. He stepped out of his rabbit hole. A gnawing hunger over took him. He needed to find food. He needed to hunt.
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The Blood of a Wolf
AdventureBorn an omega, Alex endures and rises to become the alpha. Just because we start at the bottom doesn't mean we can't reach the top. It means it'll be even better when we get there. Alex learns love and endures hate for the benefit of the others. His...
